Just five days 'til I step through the looking glass and on some levels I’m already there. Suitcase bulging with every thing but cloths, (there's no traveling light when you've got to take 3 weeks worth of TP, a water filtration system and laundry supplies) to-do list dwindling, I’ve even been cleaning up the swamp of procrastination projects. There’s this compulsion to leave a clean slate, to push thru the details, details, details – cause once I’m there, there won’t be any. No list, no details, no to-do. Do-be-do-be-do. Doing here, there will be all about be-ing.
Reading the itinerary, and reading about the itinerary, India looms like a carnival of the absurd, defines the words ‘constrast’ and ‘contradiction,’ beckons the deepest crevices of my being to fly away from all that here says is ‘real.’
Counting down….
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